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How to Have Your Best Swimming Sports Ever! February 28, 2009

Filed under: Life ideas and advice — bessabariangirl @ 12:20 am
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Here’s some ideas based on my 6 years of experience of attending Swimming Sports both the good and bad…

Getting Into the Spirit of Things

Getting Into the Spirit of Things

1. Get into and push the spirit of the day!

This starts with the House Captains. They have to be sold out to winning and having fun, but all the same not taking it too seriously…make sure all your team members feel like they’re valuable and contributing to the day and you will find them willing to do anything for you…even an Individual Medley…This means rousing speeches to motivate your team, lots of encourgaement, make up some chants – maybe you would even consider having a cheerleading section for your team. This means decorating the pool with more decorations than the other teams, it could mean dressing up in a large animal suit of the colour of your team….whatever it takes!

2. Have a commentator

Get some of your gregarious Year 12’s or a funny teacher to commentate the day so that those sitting back under the trees and stuff can still know what’s happening. This also generates excitement and atmosphere.

3. Have a DJ

Fact: Nothing creates atmosphere like music. So gets some beats happening (even if it’s just someones Ipod with Ipod speakers) to have that Summer-by-the-pool vibe about the event. This is also a good feature for your non swimmers (and there’s also more non swimmers than actual swimmers so be nice to them!)

4. Use imagination when designing Events

Make the day memorable. For example our House Captains utilized a giant “pool monster” for the traditional ‘Captains Race’ which the kids could then use in the free swim. My Dad speaks fondly of his Swimming Sports where they had mostly novelty events such as a watermelon being thrown into the pool where you had to try and get it (but it’d be slippery and heavy so it would be a real team effort). The high school has mostly novelty events such as the clothes relay where you dress your member in clothes they then have to swim to the other side and exchange their clothes with the next person (obviously not ALL of their clothes!). This makes swimming sports much more accessible for those non swimmers, and, dare I say, more interesting.

5. FOOD! Have a BBQ or a Cake Stall or both

School Athletic events are the perfect opportunities for the SRC or a social justice group to make money from hungry competitors who even better have parents around to give them cash. Design a roster, make sure you advertise and get numbers so you dont cook too many sausages. Also gives non swimmers something to do!

6. Bring a Guitar

This works trust me, it will get passed around more than a newborn baby.

IF YOU TOO HAVE BEEN PART OF SCHOOL SWIMMING SPORTS PLEASE OFFER YOUR COMMENTS/ADVICE/TIPS BELOW!

 

Pancake Tuesday in Quotation Form February 24, 2009

Filed under: My world and my life — bessabariangirl @ 7:13 am
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I dont usually do personal posts, but i had to get this one off my chest. Hope you enjoy…

I never want to see one again....

I never want to see one again....

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This year is a series of “lasts”. Every day is a last day of it’s kind for me in my last year of highschool. Today was my last pancake Tuesday thank goodness.

ERIN’S DAY IN QUOTATION FORM

Mum/Dad: (repeated refrain) “I don’t like you going to Shepp today. You’re missing out on too much school. Stop doing extras for people”

Annie: “Erin, can you just oversee the making of the pancakes for the first two periods?”

Erin: “But I’m the worst cook in the world. I burn crumpets”

Lyam: “I had a girlfriend in prep to grade two.”

Choir girls (on the way to Shepp, repeated refrain): “Maccas Maccas Maccas. Can’t wait for Maccas”

Ms Zierk; “What is it with country people and their fixation with Maccas?”

Erin (spontaneously introducing choir song): “This song is about peace cos you know that’s what we’re all about”

Kerry (Boss of Pancakes): “Just fold these boxes”

Erin: “Best jobs go to Notre Dame kids again”

Ms Zierk Choir Master Extraordinaire (to mysterious handsome stranger): “Oh hello there”

Choir girls: “Is that Ms Zierk’s man-friend?”

Mz Zierk: “I’ll give you three guesses and no he’s not my cousin”

Choir Girls “Erin please don’t do interpretive dance in the middle of Shepp”

Reporter for the Shepp News: “May I interview you for our opinion poll?”

Erin: “Sure”

Reporter: “Are you going to Bush Week?”

Erin (thinks this question quite silly): “I haven’t even heard of it”

Choir Girls: “We’re not doing anything now let’s go to Maccas”

Erin: “But I have to do that Presentation thing representing the school that there was all this conflict over yesterday”

Ms Zierk: “It’s at 12.30 we have time”

Ms. Zierk: “It’s twenty past twelve you should go now”

Shon: “WHERE WERE YOU ERIN YOU MISSED IT! I HAD TO DO IT ALL BY MYSELF AND I WAS HANDING OUT BOXES AND THE BISHOP WAS THERE AND EVERYTHING”

Erin: “I was at Maccas”

Shon: “MACCAS?!!!!”

Erin: According to the clock I’m still early for it anyway. Don’t tell anyone about this Shon please”

Back at School

Erin: “I don’t think I can stomach another pancake”

Random curly haired yr 7 guy: “Can you pour maple syrup in my mouth?”

Erin: “Only if you do interpretive dance”

*random yr 7 dude does interpretive dance*

Lucy: “OMG Erin Mrs T’s like so mad you went to Maccas. What a rebel”

Erin: “I’m never speaking to Shon again”

Mrs. T: “ERIN! I CANT BELIEVE YOU WERE AT MACCAS WHILE YOU WERE MEANT TO BE…”

Erin: “Shon you are my FBFF: Former Best Friend Forever”

Thomasy: “You just spoke to him”

Erin: “The choir girls wanted to go to Maccas I went with them”

Nikki: “Some school leader you are giving into peer pressure”

Mum and Dad: “Told you. You shouldn’t be doing extra things for people”

Renee: “Erin,. Tomorrow, can you just…”

THE END I WISH

 

I have to get this off my chest and into the world of blogging February 16, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — bessabariangirl @ 8:26 am
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i got threatened today that if i bring my guitar and play it at school camp it will get smashed. from one of my supposed friends. i’m like WHAT guitars bring atmosphere to camps!!!! but then i remembered year 9 camp where i hardly played it at all and the girls hid it under my bed and didnt tell me where it was and i freaked. i’m still bringing it though. wont let those stupid conformists stifle me…..JUST WAIT TILL I’M A FAMOUS MUSICIAN

 

THE BEST THING IVE SEEN IN AGES: CAKE IN MUG February 8, 2009

I think my snack time is about to become revolutionized….I stumbled upon this CAKE IN A MUG recipe on ehow

CHECK IT OUT!

How to Make a Cake in a Mug

Comment me if you try it and tell me what you think! Or any variations…

Mmmmm looks good

Mmmmm looks good

 

CREDO FOR INDIVIDUALITY February 7, 2009

Filed under: My world and my life,Random Musings — bessabariangirl @ 9:24 am
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“Cool denotes an impregnable sense of self, aloof from the crowd even as the crowd rushes to embrace it. It’s an elusive combination of good taste, composed self-assurance and own-terms independence. Cool is the confidence of aesthetic conviction and the strength of personality to impress one’s vision on others. Cool requires imagination and a unique perspective. It’s magnetic because it makes the mundane sublime.” The Age Fashion Blog

I’m just going to have to, “do my own thing on my own terms”. Just be unapologetically me and equally unapologetically do the things I want to do and talk about the things I’m interested in. I’m over craving for acceptance. I just do not fit in at school; never have and – thank God – never will.

Neither do other people who I consider cool (Thomasy is one of them actually cos he is so totally himself and does what he does. Alena, that percussionist I was friends with years ago is pretty much the coolest person I know, her personality was so imprinted on me. A bit like Lachlan’s ‘Dan’ who he always states as his inspiration. Alena introduced me to herbal teas and jazz, she knew her stuff about music and is amazingly skilled. She had opinions but never pressed them – though she stated them when something came up to trigger them!)

Lachlan finds this individuality thing incredibly easy and it’s that strength of self assurance that draws people towards him. And then they start to imitate him. The problem with me is that I’ve always had this craving to be liked by everyone. It’s just not going to happen. Especially with Nikki around. So I’m just going to be who I want to be and say what I want to say in class without worrying that I sound like a know-it-all. I’m going to talk to all year levels and damn well sing in choir and do production because those are the things I love. I still want to be approachable and make a difference in people’s lives, but carrying on like an ego-centric fragile collection of neurosis is hardly going to help anyone or anything.

I’m going to talk to teachers without worrying I’ll be called a “teachers pet”. I’ll read The Age on the bus if that so interests me (even if it may be “the old mans newspaper”. Home and Away sucks. Of course I’ll still be tactful and nice but I will not get sucked into their games or even waste a thought on it. So what if I’m not invited to Tom’s 18th, I hate alcohol anyway. If I want to go hyper on the glockenspiel in Music Styles I shall and no Jen, I will not “tone it down’. (even if everyone confirmed to what some people’s idea of the perfect mould, they would still find a problem with it!)

Bridget was cool. She read the dictionary for fun and watched Iron chef just for the heck of it. She played guitar at lunch and no one told her to shut up. She had the funkiest haircut in Nathalia and once they got over it they thought it was hot and now some tote the same one. She was original from the time I knew her at age of 6, wanting to be a fashion designer and using old scrapbooks to design them.

If I adore Jane Austen and Shakespeare in Literature and everyone else is whingeing about how much they loathe them, well, guess who will top the exam. I do not care if I appear attractive or nor. Lach loves me for who I am at any moment (as proven with early morning rendezvous while I had bed hair, morning breathe and the remnants of pimple cream on my face). I will not check myselfconstantly to pinpoint where or where not I am presentable to the public. I’ll smile and have fun and let them decide for themselves. I have a right to be an optimist and idealist. I can believe in God without having to act as his lawyers constantly. I can talk to a boy without worrying whether or not he finds me attractive. I can use the most elongated and enormous words I can muster and you can look them up when you get home. I can have fun at school.

Stuff those who say I can’t!

 

From The Age’s fashion blog

Follow the Beat of Your Own Drum

Follow the Beat of Your Own Drum

 

 

Follow the Beat of Your Own Drum

Follow the Beat of Your Own Drum

I’m just going to have to, “do my own thing on my own terms”. Just be unapologetically me and equally unapologetically do the things I want to do and talk about the things I’m interested in. I’m over craving for acceptance. I just do not fit in at school; never have and – thank God – never will.

Neither do other people who I consider cool (Thomasy is one of them actually cos he is so totally himself and does what he does. Alena, that percussionist I was friends with years ago is pretty much the coolest person I know, her personality was so imprinted on me. A bit like Lachlan’s ‘Dan’ who he always states as his inspiration. Alena introduced me to herbal teas and jazz, she knew her stuff about music and is amazingly skilled. She had opinions but never pressed them – though she stated them when something came up to trigger them!)

Lachlan finds this individuality thing incredibly easy and it’s that strength of self assurance that draws people towards him. And then they start to imitate him. The problem with me is that I’ve always had this craving to be liked by everyone. It’s just not going to happen. Especially with Nikki around. So I’m just going to be who I want to be and say what I want to say in class without worrying that I sound like a know-it-all. I’m going to talk to all year levels and damn well sing in choir and do production because those are the things I love. I still want to be approachable and make a difference in people’s lives, but carrying on like an ego-centric fragile collection of neurosis is hardly going to help anyone or anything.

I’m going to talk to teachers without worrying I’ll be called a “teachers pet”. I’ll read The Age on the bus if that so interests me (even if it may be “the old mans newspaper”. Home and Away sucks. Of course I’ll still be tactful and nice but I will not get sucked into their games or even waste a thought on it. So what if I’m not invited to Tom’s 18th, I hate alcohol anyway. If I want to go hyper on the glockenspiel in Music Styles I shall and no Jen, I will not “tone it down’. (even if everyone confirmed to what some people’s idea of the perfect mould, they would still find a problem with it!)

Bridget was cool. She read the dictionary for fun and watched Iron chef just for the heck of it. She played guitar at lunch and no one told her to shut up. She had the funkiest haircut in Nathalia and once they got over it they thought it was hot and now some tote the same one. She was original from the time I knew her at age of 6, wanting to be a fashion designer and using old scrapbooks to design them.

If I adore Jane Austen and Shakespeare in Literature and everyone else is whingeing about how much they loathe them, well, guess who will top the exam. I do not care if I appear attractive or nor. Lach loves me for who I am at any moment (as proven with early morning rendezvous while I had bed hair, morning breathe and the remnants of pimple cream on my face). I will not check myselfconstantly to pinpoint where or where not I am presentable to the public. I’ll smile and have fun and let them decide for themselves. I have a right to be an optimist and idealist. I can believe in God without having to act as his lawyers constantly. I can talk to a boy without worrying whether or not he finds me attractive. I can use the most elongated and enormous words I can muster and you can look them up when you get home. I can have fun at school.

Stuff those who say I can’t!